songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …

a little time to follow that unbroken line

If I stray away too far from you, don’t go and try to find me / It doesn’t mean I don’t love you, it doesn’t mean I won’t come back and stay beside you / It only means I need a little time / To follow that unbroken line / To a place where the wild things grow / To a place where I used to always go (Lucinda Williams)

Lido. First, the italian island of Venezia. And some moments I can yet remember though many years have vanished…
I was sitting in the sand and she came to me, directly, frankly, telling me about the way she felt free. An invitation for me to feel free.
Where to go if not a hotel?
Your Lido, Florian, brings to me a powerful feeling, awakes this moment I had not remembered for such a long time.
The composition playing with the lines of the roofs works very well, the balance of the colors is just perfect as a dream…